Omega Dog
I found out that ol' JD died today
The funny thing is
Is that I thought that he died some years ago
And his ghost was sputtering about in some dilapidated mansion
Where the curtains have rotted to the rod
But, alas, he nearly lived to the centenarian status
I imagine that he did not once own a television-
He only heard the horror stories and how the ectoplasm
Oozes from its mechanized chips and radioactive tube.
It must have been especially disconcerting to him that countless people
Use this medium to connect to an artificial reality, and
Thereby,
Learned about him without ever reading one word of anything he'd ever written
Within such a corrupt medium
T.V. time specials, ya know, documentaries...
the new way to read a book
advanced cliff's notes cause your a tard.
Space images sent straight from the bowels of alpha centauri
With technology that absorbs completely
Well, JD, I hope your bones feed some beautiful trees
Copyright © Dennis Sheffer | Year Posted 2010
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